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Chapter 20

*Lauren's POV*
I remember in the beginning- well it still pretty much is the beginning but in the very beginning of talking to Camila, I thought she had a crush on me, but I quickly dismissed that idea. But now it's coming back to haunt me. Could it really be true? Was what we were just doing, "flirting?" To be completely honest, if it was flirting, it was much better than anything Ansel said to me when he was clearly flirting with me at lunch. I'm a classy girl. I didn't know that I'd ever have to decide what I liked romantically but I like old school type compliments. Like Camila and I talking about eyes. That's the type of flirting I like. Ansel telling me that I'm "hot" and talking about my body makes me pretty uncomfortable. I've never really took the time to think about my sexuality. I always just assumed that I'm straight. I believed I was straight earlier today taking all those compliments from Ansel and saying yes to him asking me to homecoming and I thought it was normal. But what I feel looking into Camila's eyes, or any body contact with her- that's not normal, and I think that's what love is about abnormality. It's not supposed to seem typical and expected because where's the experience in that? Even though fairy tales and love stories all say that your supposed to mutually fall in love with this Prince Charming right away and he'll whisk you away and everything is gonna be perfect from there on, that's not at all how it goes. For once, books have wronged me. They made me believe all that. Now I know that love... Love is so unexpected. You need time to recollect yourself after it hits you. You might see it as friendship at first. You feel more emotions than just "love;" scared, surprised, happy, content- it doesn't hit you like you think it does and you don't realize it in the moment. You take long enough to believe that your an idiot for not seeing that not the Prince Charming but the princess charming has been there. She took you by surprise. She stared at you all through high school and you just thought it was because you're different. She's right next to you and you just sorta- realize how stupid it was of you not to notice. Then you lean in

And you kiss her and hope that you're not wrong.